Tuesday, October 16, 2012


Autumn walks in Long Lake with my friend watching the leaves morph from pastels to resounding yellow, orange and red. Reminiscing, watching the sugar maple across from Skip and Joane's each morning, culminating with the one across from Kickerville Station. Crossing the bridge and gazing at the reflection of the majestic trees in the still silent lake letting go of  cool morning fog. And then there was Steve; meeting him on his way to get coffee or sitting on the bench at the beach, always with a friendly greeting, commenting on the weather, and wearing that wonderful smile. I will remember him among the Autumn leaves as they pass together to become.

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